VERSES OLD AND NEW.

Dominion, Volume 3, Issue 681, 4 December 1909, Page 9

VERSES OLD AND NEW.

"Perilous seas in faerylands forlorn." Dreamers by Usk and Aialon, ■. Duellers by Uncon or Dee, v ; i .The way your forebeais might have gone May yo not wend at libeity? If briars about tho pnlaco bo Where quests alluied and armour 6honc— • If locked the postoin, lost tho keyMore fiefs hath Taoijland than one! West from tho crown-lands of tho Sun Sailed Paul, that prince of heraldij; No purple drops ho poured upon t 0 ? 8 pomp f! ravcs the sea, , Lulled by no epic euphony— , .His rapt eyes stared as ejes of stono On carvon Zeus or Cybele. Moro fiefs hath Faeryland than ono! Clear on Troy's beach from Macedon 'Come! Help!" he heard EnroDa's plea, i-' He sped by forest tracks o'cigrown 4 The red-sun way of chivalry. White honour, wild knight-eirantry, ■/ Altar and fane and anchoiage loneHe willed our sires such birthright free. More fiefs hath Faeryland than one! Beers norland-born, sail >Muth with me lt, ' t , Now! Tor our sands aro fleet to run! Come, ride oui moors in knightly glee! I ' c More fiefs hath Faeryland than one! 7 % i- '-f"iW,Mlmmster Gazette." NOTJGHT. ,' \ Drohd not tho power of kings who have kings K to brother, And truly havo none other. ,J •, Dread not the captains whose far-killing art , Pierces their own haid- heart, t Dread not the lords who pay not: they shall mt pay ■* Their own heaped dnes some dav. Dread not the craft of priests, "for priests are fed t' Upon man's baser dread. Dread not for iron or anger or the loud cry Which is of "them that fly. , Dread pot though foes thmo earthwork's weakness find, s Strong soul entrenched behind' Dread G6d: if even Him thou canst not dread Twcre ■'woll to love instead. ° <,\i ■' —Cfuy - Kendall, m tho "Nation."

*\ ' " - l'\ , E 'POI—? t - The, wind is lazy on'the sea, the ripple sleeps • f below the vine, , .The world's a dream for you and me, a dream j, .' that will not long bo mine. .Bfft for this hour,'let, us, together find on the ' i cliff a sheltered place, ' \ '"7\ er *lV- can lie >°" \liyme or heather, and hear ,", yo.n speaks and watch your face. ■ should come to yon and say, ."Bad is mv i WeJ my fault is>such," \ Wpulo; you then turn" your,eyes refuse to him your hand to touch? i iAnd Ui he told yon of his grief, for'deeds of I his, what should'he fear? lWould>you help him-with your belief, or say fi "Good-bye," my dear, my dear?

If one in need sought'you, as I, not waning 1 right, nor seeking grace, Eut« still'in love* with the blue sty, yet moro the lover,of your face, would your answer be to him, and would i, "• you'look at tho brigfit sea, Or where the shadojvs are so dim, they hida your eyes and thoughts from mo' < Tho 'perfect days are very few, and rarely happiness as neai.i So I'm content to be with you, and watch your face, my> dear,-ray dear," .\ J* , dream wall that we'shall share- I will •' not risk my'golden hour, 1 For once in life I will not dare, unless you bid who have the power.

I seek no comfort m a church, where priests remit men's foolish sin. iTonr gift is peace from restless search,—peaco for your sake I would not win. J'll ask no thing, and nothing tell, but watch *. the sunsot with you here, Weill give tire*' sntr o>-ivkM'e farewell; and then "Good-night," my dear, my dear. f ~ Ben Jvendim, in the "Spectator."